Thursday, March 31, 2011

Chill out time!

Take five and listen to some music!


I don't care who you are, this HAS to make you grin!

I'm sure that you have seen pharmaceutical advertising in doctor's offices on everything from tissues to note pads This one should get First prize...

I e-mailed it to my Japanese doctor friend; he e-mailed back: "If light stay on more than 4 hour, call erectrician.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Budget cuts explained

Suddenly, it all makes sense! Take a look at this:

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

A Couple of Historic Photographs

First one only just identified.



Regards squiz


Direct from UK, my NL has arrived!! At approx. 10.20am my husband went to the PO to pick up our mail and on arrival home, presented it to me with a flourish and a "Now you can relax, it didnt get lost"!!! Have already read it, loved it, thank you Sue - it is great.

OK everybody in the pool......

Olga one of the featured Canadians,born in Saskatchewan of Ukrainian descent,didn't begin athletics until she was 77 (yikes) she holds over 70 world records in many track and field events. Well out with the bike, Spring is here.

Terry Barker- from Drake Boys to the RAAF

Cooll guy in a flowered tie Terry's Avro Commander 1971 Terry at RAAF Pearce 1971 I too have been looking for old pictures for the Reunion and came across some absolute gems of my favourite Fly Boy. Terry always looked so incredibly happy when he was flying- a wonderful thing to see. I am looking forward to meeting a number of my fellow bloggers at the Reunion and hope to get Terry to the one in 2013 !

Monday, March 28, 2011

Just introduced to Canad

This would be my choice, the reborn Fiat 500. Alas I( make that we) have a few mundane items we have to purchase. We rented an original 500 while on our honeymoon in Paris. I had the seat pushed so far back I was looking out the side windows. I also got a ticket for going too slow 'Interdit le circulation'...

The last word on oddball small cars (maybe)

Possibly the wierdest of the wierd - The Brütsch Mopetta

It's even wierder than the Velorex (with canvas-covered body), or even the Zündapp Janus (looking like the front halves of 2 isettas stuck back-to back)


More PRS memories from 1959

The only reason I know this shot must have been taken in my pre-PRS year is because I graduated to long trousers in 1960, my very first pair having been donated by Mike 'Titch' Howes, a neighbour and fellow Drake boy who was very popular, a brilliant wit and in several intermediate house teams from soccer and cricket to table tennis.

Sunday, March 27, 2011


Just reading through the latest newsletter and intrigued by the letter from the above. Who he? What date was he there?

Is this an early April Fool Joke Sue? If so, I fell for it!

Memories of Summer 1959

The only time I recall ever sitting on a horse. Must have been during the Nag's Head Trophy jump off :)

Polka-dot dresses were very much 'in', as my sister demonstrates. Miss Tyler also in picture.
Matron of Drake Gals at that time was a certain Frau Haberkost (spelling?)
The Summers were invariably hot. Our member for Hants must have felt quite at home!

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Peel P50

Apparently, still on the go. Looks rather small between two white vans in Picadilly.

Now that's what I call a SMALL car . . .

(Peel P-50 at a National Microcar Rally some years ago)


Just to prove that I did once or twice make it to a reunion!


Yes it’s me!!!

Chris Halliwell!

Woke up to find that Chris Halliwell had been arrested for murder!

Not the one I knew at Howe unfortunately!

He should have been arrested in 1955! For the bully that he was!

You will notice that very few juniors of that era have joined our association,he is one of the reasons!

Lucky for me I roomed with his younger brother Andy so was somewhat protected!

Sorry this sounds very bitter,not like me normally.

Talking of small cars

Our Dad's Austin Metropolitan parked outside Drake Girls one easy weekend in 1959. Our uncle who had emigrated to Canada earlier in the 50s and never missed a chance to mention how much bigger and better everything was over there, quipped that it would 'fit into the boot of his car'.

I'm sure that Diane will recoginse where this photo was taken.

Class of '59

My sister sent this previously unpublished photo of herself with fifth-form classmates (presumably the boys weren't invited to pose) taken at PRS in Summer 1959 (or possibly 1960). Back row, left to right: Carol Hagan, Frances Norberg, Pam Benny (unmistakably the sister of John), Julie Kemp, names of other three lost in the mists of time. Front row, left to right: Sue Cooper, Leslie Renfree, Judy Levitt, names of other two.
A group of Drake gals from the same year, including Shirley Skirrow (rear left), Adrienne Murray (centre), "Titch" (right wearing glasses), Brenda Wallwork (front right in dark cardigan).

Friday, March 25, 2011

Small car

Still cannot find a big enough parking place!

Procrastination day put off till tomorrow

From today's Telewag! Brilliant!

The world feted international procrastination day on Friday, but its French founder insisted he had no issues with people putting it off until tomorrow.

Far from encouraging people to stop time wasting, the global event is about promoting "positive procrastination" in a high-paced, hi-tech world where taking one's time is a crucial act of resistance.

"To procrastinate is to refuse to do what the context – be it from bosses, administrative obligations, or a culture of results – asks us to do. We must absolutely take the time to think about the tasks we accept to execute, or we will lose all control over our lives," warned the event's founder, David d'Equainville.

Long submerged by a tide of books and methods which seek to "cure" chronic procrastinators from what was considered a "disease", the world has now reached a "historic turning point," Mr d'Equainville told The Daily Telegraph, in which the notion that "one time fits all no longer works" and putting something off has virtues.

The accelerating speed of multimedia communications and transport creates huge constraints, he said. "Just reading work emails is an impossible task. One has to make choices, and procrastination becomes a tool – a defence mechanism".

Taking the television or smart phone as a metaphor, he said that in today's world the best button to press on these devices was neither fast forward nor rewind, but pause. "We need to be able to seize the moment in all its richness," he said.

It's all your's, Paul

The Nottingham kit you ordered when you were last in Beverley is ready for you Paul.

History Forum

Does anyone know where the “John Simes History Forum “ is located on-line???

Well, it made me laugh!

A drunk was staggering around in the car park, reeling from car to car. A policeman noticed him and asked, "Can I help you, Sir?"
"I've losht my car!" Said the drunk.
"Where was it when you last saw it, Sir?"
"It wazh on the end of thish key, ossifer."
"I should point out to you, Sir, that your fly is undone and you're exposing yourself."
The drunk slowly looked down.
"Oh my God," He said, "My girlfriendzh dishappeared, too!"

Absolutely brilliant!

Apparently, this is a real reply from the Inland Revenue. The Guardian newspaper had to ask for special permission to print it. The funniest part of this is imagining the content of the letter sent to the Tax Office which prompted this reply!

Dear Mr Addison,

I am writing to you to express our thanks for your more than prompt reply to our latest communication, and also to answer some of the points you raise. I will address them, as ever, in order.

Firstly, I must take issue with your description of our last correspondence as a "begging letter". It might perhaps more properly be referred to as a "tax demand". This is how we at the Inland Revenue have always, for reasons of accuracy, traditionally referred to such documents.

Secondly, your frustration at our adding to the "endless stream of crapulent whining and panhandling vomited daily through the letterbox on to the doormat" has been noted. However, whilst I have naturally not seen the other letters to which you refer I would cautiously suggest that their being from "pauper councils, Lombardy pirate banking houses and pissant gas-mongerers" might indicate that your decision to "file them next to the toilet in case of emergencies" is at best a little ill-advised. In common with my own organisation, it is unlikely that the senders of these letters do see you as a "lackwit bumpkin" or, come to that, a "sodding charity". More likely they see you as a citizen of Great Britain , with a responsibility to contribute to the upkeep of the nation as a whole.

Which brings me to my next point. Whilst there may be some spirit of truth in your assertion that the taxes you pay "go to shore up the canker-blighted, toppling folly that is the Public Services", a moment's rudimentary calculation ought to disabuse you of the notion that the government in any way expects you to "stump up for the whole damned party" yourself. The estimates you provide for the Chancellor's disbursement of the funds levied by taxation, whilst colourful, are, in fairness, a little off the mark. Less than you seem to imagine is spent on "junkets for Bunterish lickspittles" and "dancing whores" whilst far more than you have accounted for is allocated to, for example, "that box-ticking facade of a university system."

A couple of technical points arising from direct queries:

1. The reason we don't simply write "Muggins" on the envelope has to do with the vagaries of the postal system;

2. You can rest assured that "sucking the very marrow of those with nothing else to give" has never been considered as a practice because even if the Personal Allowance didn't render it irrelevant, the sheer medical logistics involved would make it financially unviable.

I trust this has helped. In the meantime, whilst I would not in any way wish to influence your decision one way or the other, I ought to point out that even if you did choose to "give the whole foul jamboree up and go and live in India " you would still owe us the money.

Please send it to us by Friday.

Yours sincerely,
H J Lee
Customer Relations
Inland Revenue

Thursday, March 24, 2011

End of the week caption comp.

Hope the weather stays good.

It's just a matter of time

I had an inexpensive,OK cheap watch.but I really liked it.Easy to read, velcro band,tough and luminous dial
I lost it. I looked everwhere in the house

without luck. I assumed it fell off between the car and the house and lay beneath the snow

I wore a pair of pants I hadn't worn since the cold weather arrived last Fall and guess what....

The snow melted and still no watch so I bought a replacement.

Fortunately I got to it just before the mut!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, (27 February 1932 – 23 March 2011)

Truly a 'Great' of our times. R.I.P. Liz.


Google Niagara Tunnel Project!!! if your interested in that sort of thing.Big Becky breaks through early this month.Glad to see we did not even get a mention.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Reminder re photos

Dear Bloggers

Morning all....

gentle reminder re the photos from school days for the Nottingham reunion, I need many more.... I understand that some of you have posted some on the blog and are happy for me to use (sorry Paul I missed that blog, forget to tick the box).

Please can you point out the photos or better still please send them to me at the directly, thanking you in anticipation you lovely people :)

Another big thank you to those who have done this already, much appreciated.

Have a nice day x

Monday, March 21, 2011

In a blatant attempt to lower the tone..........

Anyone know what this is?

3" 6" 9"

Wet Dry


See 'comments' for the exciting answer!


Monday morning smile (or groan)

Becks jokes.. "My son said to me, Daddy I'm playing football for the school and I don't know what number to wear on the back of my shirt - so I said to him, Wear four out there Romeo!!!"

Friday, March 18, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011


Before we get too carried away with the good old days

Hunt for Squirrel's nuts gets out of control in a Spanish Garden

happy St Patrick's Day...

...wiv da usual touch o'da green!...


The Swede's wife steps up to the tee and, as she bends
over to place her ball, a gust of wind blows her skirt up and reveals her lack of underwear. 
'Good God, woman! Why aren't you wearing any
skivvies?', Ole demanded. 
Well, you don't give me enough housekeeping money to afford any.' 
The Swede immediately reaches into his pocket and
says, 'For the sake of decency, here's a 50. Go and buy yourself some underwear.'

Next, the Irishman's wife bends over to set her ball
on the tee. Her skirt also blows up to show that she, too, is wearing no undies. 
'Blessed Virgin Mary, woman! You've no knickers. Why not?' 
She replies, 'I can't afford any on the money you give me.' 
Patrick reaches into his pocket and says , 'For the
sake of decency, here's a 20. Go and buy yourself some underwear!'

Lastly, the Scotsman's wife bends over. The wind also takesher skirt over her head to reveal that she, too, is naked under it. 
'Sweet mudder of Jaysus, Aggie! Where ta friggin hell are yer drawers?' 
She too explains, 'You dinna give me enough money ta be able ta affarrd any.' 
The Scotsman reaches into his pocket and says, 'Well, fer the love 'o decency, here's a comb...... 
Tidy yerself up a bit.





A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other if there is sex after death.
Their biggest fear was that there was no after life at all.
After a long life together, the husband was the first to die.
True to his word, he made the first contact:
" Marion ...   Marion  "
  "Is that you, Bob?"
"Yes, I've come back like we agreed."
"That's wonderful!   What's it like?"
"Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex. I have breakfast and then it's off to the golf course.
I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and then have sex a couple of more times.
Then I have lunch (you'd be proud - lots of greens). Another romp around the golf course, then pretty much have sex the rest of the afternoon. After supper, it's back to golf course again.
Then it's more sex until late at night. I catch some much needed sleep and then the next day it starts all over again"
"Oh, Bob are you in Heaven?"  
"No...........I'm a rabbit in Huddersfield

A bit further on from the war years! Do you recall these golden days?


"And we never had a whole Mars bar until 1993"!!!
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL WHO WERE BORN IN THE  1930's 1940's, 50's, 60's and even early 70's

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.
Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy  Toffees, Gob stoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.

We ate biscuits, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,
no video/dvd  films,  
no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms...........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time...

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!
RUGBY and CRICKET had try outs and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on
Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO


And YOU are one of them!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Take care chums!!